Picture this. A dying tree in the middle of a forest. The others looked green and full of life, but this one tree was surrounded by piles of dead brown leaves.
Now picture this. A girl, just a normal young girl, who just lost everything and everyone she loved in a blink of an eye. A girl who lost her friends and family, one at a time. Her leaves kept falling to the ground, and for the longest time she blamed herself.
How could she not? If everyone around her left, she must be the problem. If everything around her became broken, she must be at fault. Again, how could she not ever blame herself?
First, it was her father, though she stopped refering to him like that. He was alcoholic, abusive, and cruel. He was violent, and he saw the opportunity to hurt a vulnerable girl. So he did. The more he hit her throughout the years, the less she felt pain. She taught herself how to be numb. She taught herself how to not feel a thing.
Second, it was her best friend. She saw her right in front of her own eyes, on the grassy field and lifeless. Her eyes seemed blank, her skin looked pale, and her body didn't move.
Then it was her brother. This time, she knew it was coming. Her brother had been in a race between life and death for so long, but this time she could clearly see that death is catching up to him. She could see that he was exhausted, and finally his body gave up.
Now, her feelings were the ones catching up to her. She forced herself to be so numb and for so long that once she let go, you'd think a flood came and washed her bedsheets. She cried herself to sleep almost every night after that, refusing to get up. It's not like she had anyone anymore, she didn't need to do anything for anyone.
Until finally, the tears stopped. She supposed after hours upon hours crying, these things actually do run out. But still, she stayed in bed, going up just to survive. Even that she started contemplating not to do.
Every day felt like a blur. There were no days of the week anymore, day and night just kept rolling in. She had felt sadness and sorrow before, but now she just felt hopeless. She felt as if she shouldn't come near anyone or else bad things would happen to them. Would be the last thing she wanted.
Just darkness. No light whatsoever. She felt her whole body shutting down.
What can she do now?
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Adversity and Bliss | Poems and Short Stories
Poetry"But what good does it do? Writing, I mean." "Darling, never let anyone tell you these are useless. Words can emit light into darkness while also pierce your heart like a sharp knife. They are more dangerous than any weapon to ever exist, yet they...
